An Irishman, and a Highlander, were a few days ago disputing about the nativity of Ossian, the Irishman vehemently claiming him as an Hibernian. “There!” said the Highlander that is the way we are treated; every nation pretending to what belongs to us. It is only the other day that I heard an Italia say that Boccaccio belonged to his nation, while all the world knows it was written by one Dick Cameron.” It is hardly necessary to observe, that the worthy complainant was deceived by a confused recollection of something he had heard respecting the Decameron of Boccaccio.